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Chapter 6 - The Opera I took it easy for a few more days, hanging around the flat feeling down, but then one morning, feeling better, I decided to go in and see Cindy. I deliberately asked Anne to find me a baggy top to wear so that I could hide my new chest. To be honest, I was thinking that it was all a big, and I mean big, mistake. I was finding it difficult to come to terms with the change in the weight I had to carry on my chest, and, although I was used to wearing breast-forms, these new implants seemed much heavier than what I was used to and seemed to affect my balance. I kept bumping into things and overbalancing. The only thing Anne could had which fitted the bill, was the top I had worn to come home from the hospital in, the one that was a part of my gym kit. So, I went to Cindy's looking like I had just come from a work-out. I wore a sports bra for support and a crop gym top over it, with a pair of matching leggings and trainers. My hair was tied back into a ponytail and I had just a little make-up on. All the girls gathered around me wanting to know how things were and what I thought of my new shape. Not wishing to disappoint them, I said that everything was fine. I thanked them for their gift, telling them that it fitted well, but that I was keeping everything hidden because of bruising. I promised to show them the results when things were better. After a few minutes, Cindy appeared. "I was going to call you," she said, "we need to talk about the Opera on Friday! Hmmm, you are looking very toned in that outfit, have you just come from a workout? I hope you are not overdoing it!" "No," I said, "this jacket was the only comfortable thing I could find to cover up my chest with and the rest just fitted in with that, but in any case, I don't think I can go on Friday," I said. "Why ever not?" "Well, its these implants, they're enormous, I don't think I can go out at all now, not without covering them up all the time." "They look a pretty normal size from here," said Cindy, "what size did you turn out to be?" "Anne says 38DD, but Dr Anita says that they will probably be 38D when all the swelling from the operation has finally gone down." "So, just normal size then!" said Cindy. "I suppose so, but they look so large from here when I look down at them," I said. "Its because you are not used to them, yet" said Cindy, "and everyone else sees them from the front and the side, not from above. You need to look at what you look like in a full length mirror. Take your jacket off and come over here," she said, "we'll give it a go and see what shape you really are." I unzipped the top, hung it over the back of the chair and went into the back room where there was a full length mirror. Cindy switched on all the spotlights and I stood in front of the mirror. "There," she said, "doesn't that look normal to you?" "Well," I said, uncertainly, "no, not really!" "Just a moment," said Cindy, "I'll be right back!" I stood looking at my reflection, still not sure what I was looking at, but thinking that I now looked grotesquely ill proportioned. Cindy came back with Ella, one of her stylists. Ella took off the jacket of her uniform and stood there in just her bra. "What do you think of the way Ella's shape looks?" asked Cindy. "I don't really understand the question," I said, "she just has normal shape!" "You think its normal?" asked Cindy. "OK, well let me tell you that Ella is not quite as tall as you but you each have the same size waist. Tell Victoria what bra size you're wearing, Ella!" "Its a size 38E," said Ella "You told me that Ella looks normal just now," said Cindy, "and yet she wears a bra two cup sizes bigger than you and she's a couple of inches shorter!" "So, how do you think you look now?" "I suppose I must be normal too then," I said, still not convinced. "Yes," said Cindy, "is that what you think too, Ella?" "Absolutely," said Ella, "but I'm really jealous because yours are a bit more... well, pert than mine." she said, putting back her top. "Exactly," said Cindy, "Now, lets have no more of this silly talk about them being enormous or I will get cross!" "Yes, Cindy!" I said, still not fully convinced. "Now, about the Opera. On Friday, Ray and I will come and collect you from your flat in the afternoon at about 5.30. We have reserved a table for four in the Opera House restaurant for a pre-opera dinner. I have arranged for you to have an escort for the evening, who I am sure you will get along with just fine. Its an acquaintance of Ray's who just loves the opera, so he will be able to help us all with what is going on. Also, we have booked a box in the Grand Tier. I thought it would be more private for us than sitting out in the auditorium. I have been to see Stella and she has found two fabulous dresses for us to wear. We just have to have some photo's taken afterwards, of us in the dresses for her for publicity. I will get Carl to do them later next week. Your dress will be delivered to your flat on Friday morning and I will ask Anne to talk to Stella about the style, so that she can find some appropriate shoes and jewellery to go with it. Then all we have to do is sit and enjoy ourselves! Any questions? No? Good, now go home and relax. I will see you back here on Friday morning for some light treatments and a full make-over in the afternoon, ready for the evening entertainment" With such a comprehensive programme laid out for me, there was no way I was going to argue. Cindy, as usual, seemed to have everything in hand! So I just smiled sweetly and said "Yes, Cindy!" "Stop taking the... well, you-know-what, and clear off now, otherwise I will get no work done at all," she said smiling at me, "go and chill. Take advantage of this relaxation time. We are now a week behind with your programme, and we will have to catch up!" she warned. I went home to Anne, who had tea and freshly baked scones waiting. "Are these on my diet sheet?" I asked, smiling. "No," said Anne, "so don't tell Cindy!" We sat and chatted about this and that. I told Anne about the dress being delivered and how she had to talk to Stella about shoes and jewellery. "What about your make up though?" Anne asked. "Its being done at Cindy's in the afternoon, so all I will have to do is get dressed and wait for Cindy to come and collect me. Who's Ray bay the way, he's coming with Cindy?" "Ray is Cindy's husband," Anne told me, " they've been married for ages, I think they were childhood sweethearts, he works for some industrial insurance business and earns a fortune in bonuses. He was the one who set Cindy up in business on her own after she left the entertainment business and from what I can tell, she earns almost as much as he does now, although most of it is tied up in the business and her cosmetics factory!" "She has a cosmetics factory?" "Yes, that's where all the creams, lotions and potions come from and I believe that she has lots of contracts to supply other beauty salons too, as well as her own, not that she's involved much, I think she has managers to do all that for her!" "Wow, how many salons does she have?" "Well, only this one here, but I think she has a dozen or so around the country. Some are inside big stores, some are just like the one here, in normal city streets and I think she even has three or four in London!" "Now I can see why she wants to do this thing with me about the TG community, then," I said, "with all that capacity in her salons she must have a very large potential clientele in the T-girl world and we all need to be taught how to look our best, too!" The conversation found its way around to the house-warming, and via that to Giovanna Wilson, her husband David and the photo of my latex clad waitresses frolicking in the Jacuzzi. "I'm going to go and see the editor of that paper and give him a piece of my mind," I said. "How dare he publish a photo of my private party without my permission. I'll find out if there's any connection with this Wilson guy and his Italian wife, Giovanna, mark my words, Anne, I'll find out, you can rely on it!" "She's about as Italian as you are South American," said Anne. "How on earth do you know that?" I asked. "Oh she was just starting at my school, when I was leaving it to go to Beauty College," said Anne, "her name was Anna something or other. Oh yes, she has Italian looks, you know, the dark hair and eyes, but her mother looked just the same, it runs in the family. In fact, her family used to live in a small terraced house around the back of the station and I wouldn't be surprised if her parents still live there. She must have married this Wilson guy later, but Italian she ain't, and as for being a model, well, she's thin enough, but only in her dreams, unless she's modelling for anorexia adverts!" "Shall I make you an appointment to see this editor guy, then? If I don't tell him what its about, exactly, he'll see you for sure, especially you being an exotic South American and all!" "Yep, do it tomorrow, but make sure its after the Opera, I don't want to think about that when I'm still worrying about what I'm going look like in a swishy dress with these monstrosities on my chest!" Anne gave me one of her looks, but said nothing! ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ---- In the way that good things seem to take an age to arrive, Friday arrived in an instant. I was at Cindy's bright and early. It was a "skin day"! The girls took it easy on me. Relaxing massages with essential oils and lotions, then dry skin, polishing and cuticles. Cindy and I took an early lunch and had soup and salads at Carlo's cafe. Cindy was obviously excited about the evening. "I haven't been to the Opera for years!" she said, "thank you so much for suggesting it." "Thank you for arranging it all," I said, "how much are the tickets?" "No, all taken care of," said Cindy, "no, I mean it!" seeing me open my mouth to protest, "now, lets go back and finish getting you all shushied up for tonight!" I spent the rest of the afternoon with some of Cindy's best stylists. My hair was done and fitted with a hairpiece making me look like I had really long hair that had been swept up into a complicated style. My eyes were shadowed in deep purple with gold lids, and, unusually, I was wearing false eyelashes which felt strange, but really showed off my gold lids. My nails were done in deep purple, almost black, with a gold swirly nail art created on them including golden Swarovski crystals. "I guess its going to be a gold dress with purple accessories, then," I thought. It was three in the afternoon when I arrived home. In the hallway were two large cardboard boxes. "What are these," I called out to Anne as I took off my coat. "That's what your dress for tonight came in," she said. "But those boxes are enormous," I said, "what sort of dress is it then, a bell tent?" "No, its a beautiful evening dress with a very full skirt. I've hung it up in the dressing room, come and have a look, its fabulous!" So, I went upstairs with Anne and through the bedroom, into the dressing room. There, hanging from the top of the wardrobe door, was a dress fit for a princess. It was a purple and gold, taffeta and tulle, ball gown with a tight ruched bodice and full skirt. There was also a matching purple taffeta bolero style jacket and separate gold wrap. "I've picked you out these shoes to go with it," she said pointing to a pair of gold sandals with small platform and two ankle straps and here's the jewellery, she said handing me a large, flat box. "Its Amethysts, or a very good imitation." I undid the clasp and opened the lid. Inside was an ornate jewel encrusted choker consisting of three strings of small purple stones set onto fine gold chains. From below these came more chains, designed to fall from the neck, also covered in similar stones. In the centre, a chain extended below all the others and had, at its end a single heart shaped purple stone. Light twinkled from every facet as I examined it under the spotlights. "Wow, that's some necklace," I said. Anne handed me a second box. Opening it I found a pair of drop earrings, three fine chains of different lengths with a heart shaped purple stone at the end of each chain, and a pair of studs with heart shaped stones. Next to them was a gold ring with a large oval cut amethyst solitaire and alongside the ring was an amethyst tennis bracelet! "These must be worth thousands, if they are real amethysts, where did you get them?" I asked. "They all came in the boxes you brought with you when you arrived," said Anne, "all these drawers are full of the same sort of boxes. I had to go through quite a few before I found these. There are some lovely pearls too, but not for tonight! Now come on, you'd better start to get dressed, otherwise they will be here and you wont be ready!" "I spoke to Stella and I know exactly how the dress should be worn, so go and change out of those clothes and lets get started!" By 4.30 I was ready for the dress. I was wearing, much to my disapproval, my new bra and thong knickers, sent to me by the girls at Cindy's and which very effectively exposed the whole of the top half of my new breasts. The thong was only just big enough to cover me, but was tight enough to prevent anything falling out. Stella had sent a matching waspie, purple and gold with small purple ribbon bows where the six suspenders attached. I got the feeling that I had been set up here good and proper. Attached to the suspenders were a pair of very fine slightly shiny, black stockings. Anne had the dress down from the hanger and spread the tulle skirt out on the dressing room floor, with the bodice draped back. Before I knew quite what was happening she had sprayed my neck, chest, wrists, elbow crooks and the back of my knees with Gaultier perfume and said "Step inside, and I can pull the dress over your hips." I placed one stocking covered foot inside the centre of the skirt, followed by the other, nearly overbalancing with the unfamiliar weight of my new breasts. Anne drew the dress up around me and I pit my arms through the shoulder straps and slowly did up the zipper at the back, fastening the hook and eye to hold it in place. "I can't go out like this," I protested, "look, the whole of my chest is exposed and the hem of the dress is trailing along the floor!" Anne said nothing except "just sit down on the stool please!" I sat on the stool she had indicated. "Give me your foot," she said, "holding a shoe!" She slid it over my toes and did up the two golden buckles on the ankle straps. "Other foot!" she commanded. The second shoe went on just as the first one did. "Stay there!" she said. "Now, here is your wrap." She opened out a gold rectangle of transparent fabric, which I noticed was also sewn with small golden sparkly stones, and draped it around my shoulders. I pulled it up and over my chest. "No! No!," she scolded again, "like this!" she adjusted the position so that the wrap passed behind my back and came forward again with each side being held in place with the crook of my elbow and the ends falling almost to the ground. "This is a decorative wrap, not a practical one! Now try the jacket!" I slipped my arms inside the bolero jacket, which had 3/4 length sleeves. Anne did up a fastener in the centre of my chest, just under the bust. "There," she said, "a perfect fit!" It was true, the jacket fitted perfectly, covering my bare shoulders and neck, but it still left my breasts and cleavage on full display. "When you get to the box, take off the jacket and replace it with your wrap. Leave the jacket off at the interval, just use the wrap. Only put the jacket on when you are going to leave. Sit still whilst I put on your jewellery. Studs or drop earrings, what do you think?" "Well, I can wear both, I have double piercings." I said. She passed me the box and I put in the studs followed by the drop earrings. "These feel very heavy," I said, "and look how they sway about!" "Yes, very sexy!" said Anne, "now lets put on the necklace, just hold it at the front for me." She did up the clasps at the back and came around the front to look at the effect. "Mmmmmmm!" she said, "I just love the way that big heart nestles in your cleavage!" "Ring!" she said passing me the solitaire. It fitted on the third finger of my right hand. "Bag!" she said passing me a dainty, crystal encrusted purple clutch, "everything you will need is in there except your phone. She took it from me, put my phone inside and closed it again. "Now, you can stand up, because we need to go downstairs, its nearly five o'clock!" I stood up and found that now the dress was just an inch clear of the floor. The purple and gold tulle skirt flared out from my waist in the shape of a cone, so that, by the time it reached the ground it stuck out at least two feet. I walked gingerly down the spiral staircase and across the hallway to the lift. We went down to the front hallway, my heels "clicking" on the marble floor as we walked. "Now just remember," said Anne, "go out there and enjoy every moment of this evening. You are in safe hands with Cindy. Nothing can happen to you except good things, just sit back and enjoy everything this life has to offer you. You chose it for yourself when you came here, now you have to take everything it can offer you. Its the first day of the rest of your life Victoria, yes Victoria, a startling looking woman, just remember that!" "Thank you, Anne," I said, "I couldn't do it without you!" "You look beautiful tonight, just forget you are wearing this dress and how it makes you look, just act naturally, like you do when you walk to Cindy's and everything will be just fine! Oh, here they are now!" A taxi drew up to the entrance and Anne opened the door so I could walk out. "Don't forget, you will have to hold up the front of your dress to go up stairs and to get into the taxi," she said as I passed her. The driver opened the door for me and I held up my skirt a little at the front and was amazed to see a stocking clad leg with a gold stiletto sandal with two ankle straps appear from under my skirt and step inside the taxi. I sat on the back seat next to Cindy who was wearing a full length black satin sheath dress split to mid thigh, a matching jacket and black patent shoes. "This is Ray," she said, "indicating a grey haired man in a black tuxedo sitting opposite me. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. "That is a most stunning dress, Victoria" he said, "don't you think so, Cindy?" "I saw it at Stella's. It looked pretty amazing on the hanger, but, once you wear it, that's a whole different ball game," said Cindy, "when I saw it, I just knew how you would look in it, and I was right, in fact, you look even better than I had imagined! Stella will be very impressed when she gets the pictures, I'm sure!" I was blushing under my make up at all these compliments. "William is meeting us in the foyer," said Cindy. "I just know you are going to like him, he's a very kind and considerate man. Just what you need for tonight, he will look after you, plus he's well over six feet tall, which is what you need wearing those shoes, they are just spectacular. Show me them again." I raised the front of my skirt and let my shoes peek out. "Well, platforms and ankle straps, enough to drive any man wild!" laughed Cindy. Ray was agreeing too, but was that a lustful glint I saw in his eye? I would have to watch him, I thought. The taxi drew up outside the front entrance of the Opera House. It was the most amazing place with enormous fluted columns holding up the roof. Large ornate wooden doors were held back, revealing inside, lush maroon carpets and stands filled with exotic flowers. The taxi doors were opened by uniformed attendants and we stepped out onto the pavement. Cindy took Ray's arm, and he indicated for me to take the other. As one, we walked slowly towards the open doors along a roped off corridor. Flash bulbs went off and we passed inside. "What was all that about," I said to Cindy, "all those photographers!" "Its Gala night," said Cindy, "they are probably expecting someone famous!" "What actually is Gala Night?" I asked. "it," explained Ray, "is the night at the opera, usually the first night of a new performance, or a special charity event, or sometimes its in the middle of a production, where the place putting on the event offers special extras, like champagne receptions or fine dining in the restaurant, things you can't normally get, for a premium price of course. It attracts different people here, usually ones with more money, because of the extra cost. As a consequence, they impose a more severe dress code, men in Black Tie and women in Evening Gowns, so they look even more beautiful than normal!" He smiled at me. "Oh, there's William!" A tall, rather distinguished middle-aged man, hair greying at the temples, strode across the foyer, avoiding the queue of people at the cloakroom. "Hi, Bill," said Ray, "got here OK, then?" "Yeah, no problem. These early starts mean you avoid the rush, I've been here at least 20 minutes." He smiled at me! A sunny, happy smile that made me feel good inside! "This is Victoria, Bill," said Cindy, "It's her first time at the Opera and she needs looking after!" "Leave that to me," said Bill, "It will be my pleasure. I have checked us in with the Maitre D already, so shall we go up, or do you want to wait, we have lots of time." "No, lets go up," said Cindy, "I'm starving, I missed lunch today especially for this!" I slid my arm inside Bill's and we strolled slowly through the Foyer. "I'm going to have to be very careful with you," said Bill as we strolled along. "What did he mean by that," I wondered? Did he know I was "T"? Had he guessed? Had Cindy told him, had I given myself away already? How embarrassing was this going to be? I tried to remember all the little things my voice coach had taught me about how to cope under stress. I paused a little, and, speaking slowly and calmly, in my sweetest voice, I said, "Oh really, Bill, it is alright if I call you Bill, isn't it?" "Yes," he said. "Why will you have to be careful with me?" "Because, the skirt of that beautiful dress you are wearing sticks out so far, I am afraid I will step on it." As I smiled back at him, relief swept over me. How foolish was I. I told myself to just relax, remembering what Anne had told me as I left the house. I was here with friends and a cultured gentleman. I must just settle myself down, go with the flow and enjoy the experience. After all, what could possibly go wrong in such circumstances. We were now standing waiting to be taken up to the second floor restaurant. Cindy had pressed the call button and I could from the number display that the doors would soon be opening. It arrived and we stepped inside. We went up to the second floor and stepped out to be greeted by the Maitre D', to whom Bill was obviously a familiar face. "Good afternoon, messieurs-dames, if you would follow me please!" We were conducted along a carpeted corridor between circular tables set with starched white cloths, silver cutlery and wine glasses. Each table had its own mini chandelier set on a stand in the centre of the table, with twinkling lamps lighting each place setting. Many of the tables were occupied already with theatre goers. Men in full black tie and women in evening gowns. "I have given you this table, Monsieur Bill, it has excellent views of the Opera House Balcony and views across the city!" "Thank you, Jacques!" said Bill. We went up two steps and I remembered to hold up the front of my dress, although I was still surprised by the gold sandals which came from beneath the skirt! The waiters drew back mine and Cindy's chairs and pushed them in for us as we sat, doing the same for Ray and Bill. They fussed around us, re- arranging the table, pouring water and unfolding our napkins. "Isn't that a stunning view," said Bill, "I never got to sit at one of these balcony tables before, I think they reserve them for people who they think the other diners should see. We are on a sort of pedestal up here, plus, you get to see all of that." he said indicating the view through the window. I looked out. One floor below us was the Opera house balcony, where opera goers were sitting at outside tables with drinks and cold snacks. The whole of the Balcony rail was smothered in flowering plants of all colours, growing in planters set into the floor. Beyond that was the city skyline, a mishmash of different roof heights and architectural styles, and beyond that, you could see the hills of the surrounding countryside. We sat and ate and chatted. Champagne came first as an aperitif. Then there were three courses. I had a sea food salad. It was small, but beautifully presents with small pieces of fish, lobster and shellfish. Following that, a piece of chicken in a delectable pale pink sauce with baby whole vegetables. To finish there was cr?me brulee with fresh fruit, one of my all time favourites and coffee. During the meal, Cindy told Bill that I was one of her "star" clients and that we were working together on some promotion stuff for her Salons. The visit to the Opera was a thank you because of the work we were doing together on her new advertising campaign. Then, although there was still twenty minutes until curtain up, Bill thought it was time to take out seats. The restaurant was on the same floor as our box, so we were able to pass through the side exit from the restaurant and back into the theatre. Ray presented our tickets to the theatre usher who showed us to box number 39. Inside there were two big arm chairs down two wide steps at the front of the box and a large comfortable sofa between them one step higher. At the back, on the top step, was a table. On the table was a tray with eight glasses and two bottles of water. Standing next to it was a champagne bucket, filled with ice and holding two bottles of champagne. "Victoria and I will just go and powder our noses, whilst you gentlemen get everything arranged," said Cindy, taking my hand and pulling me out through the door of the box. "Along here," she said. We found a small ladies room just around the corner and went inside. It was empty. "You are doing really great," she said. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, you are very tense, I can see it in the way you are holding yourself. Remember what I told you on that day we first went to Carlo's, just r - e - l - a - x ! Come on now, fix your make-up, your lips could do with some work after all that food. I opened my bag and found the lipstick at the bottom and re-applied it. "There, that's better, now you just need a bit of lip gloss to make them shine!" "Lip gloss? I don't think have any," I said taking the things out of the bag, "unless its in here," I said, unzipping a pocket at the back of the bag. "No there's just.... Condoms! Condoms? What on earth do I need condoms for?" "Look," said Cindy, "its a fact of life for every girl these days, you have to carry condoms! You never know what might happen. Just because you have condoms in your bag, it doesn't mean you are a slut, just that you are responsible about your sexual health. I make sure all my girls at work have them, they get a free supply from me, I mean, how could I keep all my fancy clients if word got around that one of my girls had an STI. It has no bearing on how good they are at their job, or any health implications for any of my clients, but its all about reputation. In my book, any girl who doesn't have a condom in her bag is a slut!" "Lucky for me I have some then," I joked! "I have some lip gloss, here just let me put some of this on for you," she said, "now, look how they shine! Take this for later!" "What have you told Bill about me, you know about me being "T"!" "Nothing!" "So he thinks I'm a girl?" "I don't know what he thinks, but I just asked if he would like to escort a client of mine to the Opera with me and Ray. He just said yes!" "O M G," I said, "no pressure then!" "None at all," said Cindy, "just be yourself and everything will be OK. Take your jacket off when we get back and use your wrap, he'll be so fixated by your new breasts that he won't notice a thing, trust me. Sit on the sofa with him next to you and flirt a bit, its what all girls do on a first date. He's already checking you out when your not looking!" Cindy undid the fastening at the front of my jacket as I couldn't see it under my new bosom and we went back to the box. I took off my jacket and hung it up, placing my wrap as Anne had shown me and sat on the sofa, spreading out my full skirt so that it fell across the red velvet seat. Bill came with a cushion which he slid down between my side and the arm of the sofa "to make you more comfortable", he said. Cindy and Ray took the two chairs and Bill came and sat beside me on the sofa. "Do you know the story of this Opera?" asked Bill. "No!" "Well its set in the year 1800 and is about an opera singer called Tosca, her lover, an artist called Cavaradossi and the evil chief of the Rome police who lusts after Tosca, its not difficult to follow what is happening, there will be subtitles on those boards over there," he said pointing to a large black rectangle above the stage, "so you should be able to follow what is going on. There should be two intervals, so we will be able to have our champagne then. Just relax and look forward to an amazing evening, your first at the opera. You do seem a little tense, my dear, don't worry, everything will be fine!" With that, the lights went down, the conductor of the orchestra walked into the pit and the music began! I relaxed back into the cushions and let the music wash over me. Before I knew it, we were at the interval and the champagne and water was being poured. The second act was somewhat darker with Cavaradossi being tortured, sentenced to death in front of a firing squad and the Chief of Police being murdered. Half way through act three, I realised that Bill had his arm around my shoulders and my arm was around his waist. "How have I got here." I thought! On stage, things were looking more hopeful. Tosca had won a pardon for Cavaradossi and she had gone to the jail to collect him, but somehow the firing squad, who were supposed to fire blank shots at him, used real bullets, and, finding the murdered body of the chief of police, Tosca was being pursued. I was just expecting the "cavalry" to arrive and save her, when she jumped to her death from the castle ramparts! What a shock. I clung tightly to Bill as the final crescendos came from the orchestra, and, suddenly, it was over and the lights came up! "You are crying!" said Bill suddenly. Cindy and Ray looked round. "What's wrong Victoria," are you alright?" "Its all so sad," I said, "three people dead! A murder, an execution and a suicide! Why do people have to die?" "Its just a device to tug at your emotions, that's all. When you have a genius like Puccini doing it, he makes a very good job, as you have just proved!" said Bill above the noise of the clapping and cheering of the audience as the curtain went up for the performers to take their bow. I wiped my tears with a tissue and we stood and clapped as the principal performers came on stage to receive the adulation of the audience. There was encore after encore, but eventually, the curtains stayed closed and the auditorium began to clear. "If we wait here for a few minutes, it will be easier to get downstairs," said Bill. "What do you think of Victoria's dress, Bill," asked Cindy suddenly, "its one of Stella's specials!" "Really?" said Bill, "well I'm not surprised, but you need to have the right body shape to wear something like that, especially in the bosom area, I mean if you didn't ill the top out like you do Victoria, it would just look silly, and, you need good shoulders too," said Bill like an expert! "So, how many marks would you give Victoria for her "performance" tonight then!" "Out of ten?" asked Bill "Yes!" "Eleven!" he said "And have you seen those shoes?" I raised the hem of my dress a little so everyone could see. "Absolute perfection!" "Come on, the crowds should have cleared a bit by now!" We went back down stairs to the VIP reception area for drinks and nibbles. Cindy was in her element shaking hands and networking with Ray at her side. I could see now how she got her five star clientele. "You are looking rather tired, my dear," said Bill, "would you like to go home?" "I don't want to let Cindy down by leaving early," I said. "Nonsense, I'll just go and tell her you are leaving." "No," I said "its OK, I'll stay until....." But he was already gone. I could see him talking to Cindy half way across the room. She beamed at me waved and blew a kiss. Bill came back. "Come on," he said, "my car's in the underground car park, I'll have you home in no time and in any case, I don't really get on with these press-the-flesh things either! Go wait out front and I'll bring the car up. Its a silver Jaguar!" I went out through the big front doors and stood by the doorman. "Are you wanting a taxi, Miss?" asked the doorman. "No, Bill has gone to get the car. He said to wait here to be collected." "And what sort of car does he have?" asked the doorman "A silver Jaguar." I said "Ahhh," said the doorman, "that Bill! Just wait here and I'll tell you when he arrives!" I stood, framed by the doorway. "Over here darling!" I heard someone calling. I looked to my left, a flash bulb popped. "That's it, just step forward a bit, yes, step forward, turn this way!" more flash guns went off. "Look this way please," came another voice. "Over here, darling!" Flashes were going everywhere, I didn't know where to look next, I just followed the voices for a few moments before the doorman came back, He took me by the arm and ushered me to the kerb edge where a silver Jaguar was waiting. He opened the door for me and I slid inside onto the silver leather seat. I swept my skirts inside and the door closed behind me. "OK, now?" said Bill "Yes, thanks!" I clipped the seat belt across my chest, noticing how it slid between my breasts into my cleavage. "Gosh," I thought, "these really are my breasts now, all mine!" "Where to then?" "Its called Manon Towers, its just around the corner from Cindy's shop." "Ah, that new place behind Church Square, yes I know where it is! You live there! Wow, a flat there must have cost a pretty penny, do you have good views?" "Well, yes, of course, its the Penthouse, although I have the floor below it too and the roof garden. Oh, plus a few floors in the basement!" Bill just let out a long whistle as we drove slowly through the city streets! We were home in no time, and Bill drove into the front entrance way. "Did you enjoy it this evening?" he asked "Yes," I said, "very much, although the emotional roller-coaster takes a bit of getting used to." "Living in a place called "Manon" you should really like Opera," he said. "What do you mean," I said, "what's Manon got to do with opera?" "Its the name of an opera by Massenet, a French composer and its a ballet too, I believe." "Really, I always wondered where it came from, its such a strange name, would you like to come in for coffee, I'm sure Anne will still be awake!" "Anne?" "My housekeeper!" "Maybe another time, during the day, then you can give me the full tour!" "OK," I said, reaching for the handle, but there was no handle to be seen!" Bill got out, came around and opened the door from the outside. He held out his hand to help me out. I stood somewhat shakily on the uneven paved surface. Where Bill had stopped the car, it was made of cobbles set into concrete. "Whichever architect had designed this bit of Manon Towers had never had to walk in stiletto heels!" I thought. Just then as I was standing up properly, my heel slipped into a crack between the cobbles and I fell forwards and was caught by Bill, who slid his arms around my waist and kissed me full on the mouth. I was shocked, but it felt so good. He pulled me in closer as my arms went around his neck. I could feel my new breasts being squashed against his chest. I pulled his head towards me and kissed him back! Electric shocks ran through my body and my cock started to twitch inside my thong. What was happening to me, here I was, a man with enormous breasts, kissing another man, really kissing him. Enjoying it! Not wanting it to stop! I felt his tongue slide slowly inside my mouth. He was fucking my mouth with his tongue. Now my anus gave an involuntary twitch and my cock was growing by the minute. I felt his hand on my breast, cupping it, his tongue deep inside my mouth now, slipping in and out slowly, then flicking quickly in and out. I broke the kiss and put mu mouth close to his ear. He held me close, his hands grasping my waist. "Thanks for the lovely.... evening!" I whispered, "Its been the most fun I've had in ages, especially the last five minutes!" "Me too," he whispered back. "Come on, let me walk you to the door!" "But its only ten feet!" I took out my phone. Bill looked quizzical. "Its an electronic door key," I explained. I punched in the password and the security code. There was an electronic buzzing. I pushed the door and it opened. "Amazing!" he said. Then "Good night, I'll call you!" The door closed and he was gone.